{"id":879,"date":"2007-09-02T02:41:03","date_gmt":"2007-09-02T02:41:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/127.0.0.1\/wordpress179\/?p=879"},"modified":"2007-09-02T02:41:03","modified_gmt":"2007-09-02T02:41:03","slug":"rejected","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thehippy.net\/blog\/rejected\/","title":{"rendered":"Rejected"},"content":{"rendered":"
Not since the bad old days when I was underage, only equipped with a Learner license or off my tits as I staggered up to the door, have I been rejected from a club.<\/p>\n
Even in London, for two years now, I’ve walked into every type of venue and not once have I been stopped, no matter how feral I looked. That is, until now.<\/p>\n
This chavtastic shit hole<\/a> reckons that skate shoes are not acceptable. Not even my manky ones that have got into every other place in London, these were my almost-new all-black Airwalks. The manager (aka door bitch) even had a go at my fscking drunknmunky t-shirt! <\/p>\n I just grinned, left Mal with her friends (it was her friend’s birthday) and went home, happy in the knowledge that I didn’t spend a cent in Uxbridge’s chavtastic shit hole<\/a>.<\/p>\n The culprits:<\/p>\n Not since the bad old days when I was underage, only equipped with a Learner license or off my tits as I staggered up to the door, have I been rejected from a club. Even in London, for two years … Continue reading <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"